Mistress Ruby and Her Pet's Thread

[Ruby]

Part 2 - Written by Nathaniel:

“Oh pet,” she smiled down at me. “I do think you are a keeper, despite your awkwardness.”

“Thank you, Miss…”

“You do realize, you will have to be punished for the failure of the challenge?”

“Oh yes, Miss.” I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Let me free your arms, I want you to service me with those wonderful hands of yours.”

“It will be my pleasure, Miss.”

“And mine as well, to be sure. Take off your top, pet, I want to see your tits.”

“Yes, Miss, of course.” As demurely as possible, I complied. She hefted each of my breasts, tweaking the nipples.

“You know, pet, I do believe they are getting larger!”

“Are they, Miss?” I was amazed, and perhaps even thrilled.

“Yes. They definitely are. Perhaps all this attention has caused a growth spurt? Well, there is only one thing we can possibly do about that, you know?”

“Miss?”

“Much more of the same!” She laughed as she slapped them from side to side.

Part 3: Ruby writes and plays with her pretty pet

My lovely pet winced and I cooed soothing words, playing with his hair, fondling his luscious breasts. He was in the perfect state of arousal, confined by his own bondage, but panting quite nicely. Every now and then he licked his lips, the nervous habit something I would allow as long as that tongue stayed in view. His eyes were fixed on mine, wherever I looked and that pleased me greatly.

“Reach into my left pocket and we’ll start your punishment.”

His eyes widened, nostrils flared at that. Perhaps he didn’t think I’d really punish him for such little mistakes, but then again, he knew me. I, too, have a dark side. Hands shaking he pulled out the two silver nipple clamps I’d put in the left pocket in case he failed in his task.

The clamps were made for light intensity play, yet the chain between them could be quite wicked. Like me. Of course, he needed to be prepped.

“Hold still, pet,” I said leaning forward, deliberately pinching his already pointed tips between my middle fingers and thumbs. A light whimper escaped his parted lips and I pulled him toward me by the tips of his breasts. It hurt too much for him to stay leaning back and he knew me well enough to lean forward.

“Kiss, me, pet,” I whispered into his ear, licking it before saying, “you may thank me for your punishment later.”

He tilted his head and I pinched the tips of his breasts a bit harder.

“Ahhhhh.”

What a lovely sound. Not quite a complaint, but clearly, he was hurting. I deliberately ground myself into his thick groin and pressed my lips to his. Like a good boy, he put his tongue in my mouth and let me suck on it. I worked myself into a nice rhythm, sucking, pinching, and rubbing. He had to lean forward and put his hands on either side of me to keep his balance.

When I thought his breasts couldn’t take anymore punishment, I broke the kiss and put my hands on his shoulders, easing him back to his knees. A light sheen of sweat covered him, and I leaned forward to flick my tongue on his chest and taste him. The smell of leather and his scent was distracting, yet I was on a mission.

He held out his hands and I took the clamps from him, holding them in the light for him to study.

“You may look, sweet angel.”

His eyes took in the silver, following the long chain between them. Then he looked back to me, his eyes lit in excitement, a smile on those beautiful full pouty lips.

“Hands behind your neck, love, chest out.”

He moves so gracefully, like a dancer. I enjoy watching him move, the way his breasts point towards me. Taking my time, I secured each clip to nipple of each breast. I’m careful not to let them bite into his delicate skin, but ensure that they are tightly fastened.

“Head down, pet.”

There was no hesitation on his part, and I was suddenly looking at a wealth of blond hair.

“Open your mouth.”

He did and in went the chain.

“Bite it, pet. Hold it in your teeth.”

If he raised his head to look at me, he would be pulling on his own nipples.

“Very nice. Now I want you over my lap.”

I smiled, knowing he would struggle to fulfill that request. It was near impossible with his hands behind his neck, yet I knew he would try. When he made a movement to raise himself, I put my hands on his, holding him in place.

“I want you punished, pet, not damaged. Lower your arms and arrange yourself for me.”

Removing my hands from his, I settled into the couch and he gently lowered himself across my legs. His hands went to the floor to keep him from crushing me and I heard him yelp. The chain had certainly been pulled.

“We’re not going to wait for punishment day, love. I’d rather punish you as we go along. I think you need some help keeping that chain in your mouth.”

Reaching into my raincoat, I pulled out a pair of panties I’d worn the last time he made me wet over the phone. I pushed the panties into his mouth, causing the chain to go farther back and his head to lower a bit.

“Perfect, now you’re ready for your spanking.”

Laughing, I caressed his bottom. Oh, it wouldn’t hurt, I couldn’t spank that hard through his sexy hot pants. The punishment would be his doing.

“Every time I spank you, I want you to raise your head for me. Understood.”

He nodded and I began.

Whack!

He raised his head obediently, and I heard a muffled yelp.

“Nine more, pet, then I want to see how hard you are for me.”

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

His arms flexed, his legs shook, yet he continued to punish himself far better than I ever could.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

He squirmed a bit and I reached under him to make sure the clamps hadn’t come loose. Just to make him wait, I took my time and pinched the clamps around his nipples, rubbing the round exposed tip of each breast. When he sighed into my hands, I continued the spanking.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

He rubbed himself into me and I laughed. The punishment – if we could really call it that – was having its desired effect. His rampant erection was straining to break free of its bondage.

“Very nicely done, pet,” I said, taking the panties out of his mouth and removing the chain. “What do you have to say?”

“Thank you for the punishment, Miss.”

“You’re welcome, love. Now, I want you to stand in front of me, between my legs. Give me your best inspection pose.”

It wasn’t going to be easy. Those heels were a bitch, but he gracefully climbed off me and stood as directed. With his hands behind his neck, head straight, his eyes looking into mine, he assumed the position. The nipple clamps and chain were a delightful ornament. His legs were spread about hip length apart and his groin was thrust forward awaiting my inspection.

A tear had fallen down his cheek, whether from pain or happiness, I couldn’t tell, but his eyes were shining with love. Ah, I had so many plans for my sweet angel.

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